Relapse

“Lead the way” she muttered. That was the habit she had grown and nurtured through and through. Reliant on others and quick to blame, that’s a very easy assumption when you are watching through teal tinted frames. To watch or to experience? Or by watching are you experiencing? She will break her heart by sticking … More Relapse

Railway

Steady as the flowers we grow, as the trains we exist on sweep through the nearby grassland and the speckled purple carpet blends in from chair to floor. The world is just becoming a blur of clashing carpet patterns rushing by under my feet, without a gasp of air to take in my surroundings and … More Railway

Cologne. 

Walking out and leaving the warmth behind, he stopped and watched the street across from one sign post to the other. Everyone was going about their day in that fast paced city fashion, weaving in and out of one another. Nobody he recognises. Not that there would be anyone he would recognise. More that it’s … More Cologne. 

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Red wine would stain my lips in the same way I’ll stain them to grab your attention, pouting slightly and letting my front teeth show a little. Cold nights in bars and watching for your words far too frequently, unsure of which need will hurt my head more in the morning. I twirled my words around … More Untitled

Seconds.

The chill of the morning gave itself away in the colour on your cheeks. The rays of sun illuminating the corner of the block hit my eyes, yet I couldn’t miss the speckles of melting ice resting in the wool of your coat. You rubbed your hands on your face, but they stayed as rosy … More Seconds.

Wanderer.

I think of cities the same way I think of people. The more I see of what this new land will have to offer, the more captivated I become. I want to know everything, find the more secretive sides, the spots that only the locals know and discover the people who don’t shout about their existence to … More Wanderer.

Sleeper.

Quiet the longing with the ache of your heart below the pressure and the weight of my chest. With my ear pressed to your skin I listened to the movement of your touch against the covers. January did not fall from December in the same way we fell from November. I would wake in the … More Sleeper.

The glades.

It was so open. That’s what struck me first. The vast open space that laid out before me. The ceiling of floating whites and silvers hovering miles above the empty grassland. Two parallel layers of texture, with nothing but air to breathe sandwiched in between. Even in such an empty space, I felt trapped by … More The glades.